*Smells familiar.
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castle_perrault[warning for child death, gore, general trauma]
Chara's dead. Chara-and-Frisk.
Slice across the throat. Just the one. Still bad. It makes their own hurt like their scar's peeling open.
But they've got a job to do now, because--Frisk just can't leave them there. To rot. For other people to find.
So they don't.
Takes a lot of work, figuring out how to move their body. Dragging's horrible, even when they thought about using a blanket or something. Carrying them fails, because they're literal dead weight, even if they're pretty scrawny.
In the end, they manage to shift them around until they've got the corpse on their back. The most disgusting and macabre piggyback ride, and Frisk needs to keep being hunched over uncomfortably for it to work, but. It does.
It also leaves them completely covered in blood, especially the half where Chara's head ends up lolling, sending rivulets of red down that side and makes a trail all the way from the bottom of the stairs to the garden. Frisk's not really aware of that. Frisk's not really aware of anything except the steps they need to take.
Bring the body outside, to the garden. Not far from where their body and the first Chara's were buried, actually, though a little more concealed behind a stand of trees. Go get a shovel. Dig.
They won't be able to dig as deep as six feet alone, and they can't build a coffin. Doesn't matter. Frisk just needs to make it big enough for them to fit under the dirt.
Chara-and-Frisk will be back soon enough.
Addendum: one more body, one more burial.
Chara's dead. Chara-and-Frisk.
Slice across the throat. Just the one. Still bad. It makes their own hurt like their scar's peeling open.
But they've got a job to do now, because--Frisk just can't leave them there. To rot. For other people to find.
So they don't.
Takes a lot of work, figuring out how to move their body. Dragging's horrible, even when they thought about using a blanket or something. Carrying them fails, because they're literal dead weight, even if they're pretty scrawny.
In the end, they manage to shift them around until they've got the corpse on their back. The most disgusting and macabre piggyback ride, and Frisk needs to keep being hunched over uncomfortably for it to work, but. It does.
It also leaves them completely covered in blood, especially the half where Chara's head ends up lolling, sending rivulets of red down that side and makes a trail all the way from the bottom of the stairs to the garden. Frisk's not really aware of that. Frisk's not really aware of anything except the steps they need to take.
Bring the body outside, to the garden. Not far from where their body and the first Chara's were buried, actually, though a little more concealed behind a stand of trees. Go get a shovel. Dig.
They won't be able to dig as deep as six feet alone, and they can't build a coffin. Doesn't matter. Frisk just needs to make it big enough for them to fit under the dirt.
Chara-and-Frisk will be back soon enough.
Addendum: one more body, one more burial.
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Date: 2017-01-03 11:46 pm (UTC)Sans actually knows exactly what it is that he says to that. Especially since he knows Frisk isn't doing this on purpose. Getting to him like this on purpose. They're just...being themselves. And that's why he loves them a lot.
"i'm not gonna die on you, kid. i promise. i'm not gonna go looking for any more fights, either." If they come to him, that's another matter...but having Tauriel to hide behind helps there.
"heck, this place has been going pretty easy on me so far. all things considered."
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Date: 2017-01-07 08:37 pm (UTC)"Promise?" Not to die, not to go look for a fight. Frisk doesn't look at him. They just keep digging.
And make a small questioning hum at that. He hasn't died, but...not everything's been good for him here.
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Date: 2017-01-09 12:46 am (UTC)Something to think about later, at least. Something better than this.
"i promise," he says again. "no picking fights. no dying either."
Not everything has been good for him here, but not everything was good for him back home, either. He's alive, here. He has a family again here. That's worth a lot. Even if, in Sans' mind, it's also worth doing anything to defend. But Frisk's opinion of him means a lot, these days. So he'll genuinely try to keep those promises, this time.
Between the two of them, they should soon be able to get a deep enough hole dug. It's not like it needs to last for long, after all.
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Date: 2017-01-17 08:23 pm (UTC)Unbidden, thoughts of the other human SOULS in their containers rise.
Frisk wonders where they went.
...The hole ends up a tiny bit deeper than it necessarily has to be, lost in thought and not-thought as they keep ending up. Not that it's a problem or anything.
They toss the shovel off to the side for later, ignoring the clang it makes when it bounces on a rock. "Okay. You should...um, move."
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Date: 2017-01-27 01:13 am (UTC)Then his gaze slides sideways, to where the body is still just barely visible over the edge of the hole. "ah." He looks embarrassed. "right. gotcha."
The hole fortunately isn't too deep for him to clamber out of. Sans does so, looks again at the body, then hastily looks away. He winds up taking a seat on the other side of the grave, settling down to wait and rest. Even only using his hands, that was still way more work than he's used to putting in on any given day. His arms and legs ache down to the marrow.